Eileen's Ardency

I came home in May with a glad heart Nothing there that could cause me grief Nothing could make me sorrow-full and bitter Nothing could make my head hang down Eileen my white flower of the blackberry Whiter than lilies The dew of a rose Eileen my bright flower of the blackberry My summer breeze A poem in the spring Woman why are you crying out your eyes now Are there any other wooers around Woman the nightingale sang me a tale tonight That is not soothing music to my ears So green her eyes Burning red her hair A hundred rings of thorns around my neck There's a thousand strings strangling my chest Is tu ma ghra A hundred rings of thorns around my neck There's a thousand strings strangling my chest Eileen my white flower of the blackberry Whiter than lilies The dew of a rose Eileen Is tu ma ghra Eileen my death in the spring